An Exercise in Frustration

The Husband needed to "service" his bike today. He proper buggered it in the process. To the point where I put him in the car and took him to the half price bike sale and got him a new one. His commute does bikes no favours, as he takes his bike on the ferry, so it gets salt exposed A Lot.

While he was doing his service, I got on with some gardening, and the girls did a lot of painting. Glorious day outside.

I have to give The Husband credit for not uttering any Loud Swear Words, or indeed any foul language indeed. Even so, I could just hear it from his body language. It was like reading a comic book with all the expletives in thought bubbles.